Fic: Running (House, Cuddy)
Title: Running
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House, Cuddy
Prompt: #029 iPod
Word Count: 271
Rating: T+
Summary: He places the earphone buds of his iPod into his ears one at a time, the left one first and then the right one.
Notes: Written for housefic50.
He places the earphone buds of his iPod into his ears one at a time, the left one first and then the right one. Flicking the iPod on, he presses ‘play’ and soothing jazz music fills his ears.
He smiles and palming a bottle of water on the way, heads for the door. No. He walks to the door. He can walk now, thanks to the ketamine treatment Cuddy slipped him while he was injured. Though still pissed at her for acting without his consent, he’s not too stupid to see it has its benefits.
Had he not been able to walk again, he’d not have gotten up quite so early. He’d still be asleep. He’d not have been able to go out and run.
Closing the door behind him, he practically leaps down the stairs and out onto the street. His feet slap the pavement, left, right, left, right, left, until they fall in with the pounding of music in his ears.
He runs.
By the time he’s reached Cuddy’s house, sweat beads his forehead and soaks through his shirt at the armpits. His back is slick with sweat. His muscles are burning pleasantly. His lips form a smile.
“House! What the hell are you doing?” Cuddy yells at him the moment she opens the door.
Still, he smiles.
He looks Cuddy over. She is wearing a pale blue singlet top over matching pyjama bottoms. Nice.
“House!” A warning. “It’s 4am.”
He shrugs and turns to leave. Before he does, he answers her initial question, trying not to grin too much like a maniac as he does so.
“I’m running.”
fin.
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House, Cuddy
Prompt: #029 iPod
Word Count: 271
Rating: T+
Summary: He places the earphone buds of his iPod into his ears one at a time, the left one first and then the right one.
Notes: Written for housefic50.
He places the earphone buds of his iPod into his ears one at a time, the left one first and then the right one. Flicking the iPod on, he presses ‘play’ and soothing jazz music fills his ears.
He smiles and palming a bottle of water on the way, heads for the door. No. He walks to the door. He can walk now, thanks to the ketamine treatment Cuddy slipped him while he was injured. Though still pissed at her for acting without his consent, he’s not too stupid to see it has its benefits.
Had he not been able to walk again, he’d not have gotten up quite so early. He’d still be asleep. He’d not have been able to go out and run.
Closing the door behind him, he practically leaps down the stairs and out onto the street. His feet slap the pavement, left, right, left, right, left, until they fall in with the pounding of music in his ears.
He runs.
By the time he’s reached Cuddy’s house, sweat beads his forehead and soaks through his shirt at the armpits. His back is slick with sweat. His muscles are burning pleasantly. His lips form a smile.
“House! What the hell are you doing?” Cuddy yells at him the moment she opens the door.
Still, he smiles.
He looks Cuddy over. She is wearing a pale blue singlet top over matching pyjama bottoms. Nice.
“House!” A warning. “It’s 4am.”
He shrugs and turns to leave. Before he does, he answers her initial question, trying not to grin too much like a maniac as he does so.
“I’m running.”
fin.